Growing up i’ve always been second. Second child to come out of my mother, My father 's second son, second in society, second to my sister. That meaning, I have got everything she had, she did everything first. Although I was second to grow up, I was first in many things. I was first to eat when we had family (immediate and mother 's side) get - togethers because one of my family 's ways, were kids eat first. I was first to finish eating, first to get boy toys, first to play sports, first person everybody in my family comes to when the have electronic technical difficulties, first to win the achievements I won, and first to exceed six foot. So going back through my life and realizing although I was first to do things second and second to …show more content…
When i got to Morrisville, there were so many different people that was not like anything i have ever seen. By this time i was in first grade so i hadn 't seen much of anything honestly. When i started school i was of course the “new kid”. Being the new kid was the scariest thing to me because i have never made or never had to make new friends before because somehow everybody i knew and went to school with in Lexington was somehow my family. Well atleast the ones i talked to were. So you can only imagine how scared i was when i stepped in the classroom with the resource officer and the principle introducing me to everybody, and having all of these peoples eyes on me. Turns out i never had a problem because all the kids were nice, plus i was good in sports so that made them like me even more. While being up there became less frightening, everything became harder. I found myself in a gold Ford Expedition going back and forth from moorisville to Lexington, we moved around a lot p there so i never really had a consistent group of friends outside of school, and in school was majorly hard because of the work. I have never experienced work that hard in Lexington. I went from getting all a’s in lexington, to a parent teacher conference every other week. So you can only imagine how that went. I was in Moorisville till
“For me, already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom, you'd would wake up times and hope that the next day you'd be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.” This quote was said by LeBron James. He knows, as well as others do, how it feels like to be a child of a single parent. It is tough to be a child of a single parent, especially a single father. Being a child of a single father means that, as a girl, they have to do all of the cleaning and most of the cooking. It prepares them for the real world and proves to people they can take care of themselves as well as others too. There are a lot of single parents, however, there are certain single parents that should think before they become a single parents. If a divorce caused single parenting, there is nothing that can really be done, but if a single person wants a baby, they should think before having a baby or adopting. People of all kinds should be able to make the decision to be a single parent; however, before one becomes a single parent, they need to be aware of the difficulties, stress, and financial needs to raise and support a child alone.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
As a child growing up, there were times I would feel my mother would be out to just make
At first, I had a hard time trying to find an older person to interview, because I did not want to interview my family since I’ve lived with them my whole life. While I was getting ready to interview my friend’s parent, I started reading the questions to myself, and I realized that I do not know the answer to them if I ask my parents. I chose to interview my mother because I have never sat down with her and have a serious deep conversation with her. I realized that I am closer to her than my father, but I’m not as close as I thought I was with her, and it broke my heart when I finally realized that. At the age she is, I finally realized that I have been taking advantage of her and I refused to live this way with her. This interview was emotional for both of us, and it also brought us closer to each other. I am so grateful and happy I did this interview with her.
So last year in my hometown my mom had approached me and told me that we were moving to Fresno. And that I would be moving to a new school. The thought of leaving, scared me and just made me so angry and full of woe. I have stayed in the same place my whole life. It is where I met my closest friends, it is where I had my first steps, it is where I have done everything. And I also had to make new friends which I suck at, and was soo scared to do. I was mostly scared of what everyone would think of me. And just curious about how everything looked and where everything was. And after all that scaredness and anger it finally came, the first day of school. It was time I had to try and make new friends and go to this humongous new high school and try to fit in.
This time I moved to Warren, Michigan and I attended my last year of elementary school with brand new people. The process of getting to know people took me a long time. I became the shy student that did not take part in any school activity again because I was afraid I would be judged on everything I did. As the years went by I started meeting new people each year. It is now my Senior year of High School and I attend three different schools: CPC, Cousino, and Macomb Community College, I can finally say that I am gaining my confidence back.
I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through movement that I may never have learned otherwise.
In today’s society many grow up in a single parent household and it may effect some different than other’s. For instance you can look at the percentage of race and how it affects each. For one can look at a black family and see the effects it has on them. Black families are in the high percentage range of growing up in a single parent home. The outcome has little effect on than that of a white family. Not all black families are single parent homes, but the ones that are may be due to parent killed, in prison, or just do not know who their father’s. To compare to a white family growing up in a single parent house can have a higher effect. White families may experience being in a single parent household due to parents getting divorced or death.
Becoming a mom at sixteen was the hardest thing I have ever done. Trying to work, go to school and take care of my daughter seemed impossible. My mom was always there to support me, but from the moment I found out I was pregnant I was determined to do it on my own. When you become a mom at sixteen the paths you can take in life change, and you are no longer a teenage you become an adult really fast.
Contrary to society's common belief, growing up in a single-parent household was extremely beneficial and even vital towards my growth as an individual. For as long as I could remember, I have always lived with my mother and my older brother. We had started out living at my grandparent's house until I was the age of five, then moved into an apartment until I was about twelve, and finally moved into our first house. My mother worked hard for years in order to save up enough money to buy our home and pridefully call herself a homeowner. I knew that my achieving this goal, she provided what she believed was the best for her children.
Becoming a single mother, shortly before my son turned two-years-old, was life altering. Moving back in with my family, realizing I had no income, and no longer the team effort from his father, was an indescribable sense of failure as a parent. Obtaining my masters degree in Health Care Leadership from the University of Denver is my way to correct that, and properly fulfill my role and obligations of being a single mother to a remarkable little five-year-old.
Becoming a mother has been the best part of my life. I became a mother at a very young age. I had no idea what to expect and was not in the least prepared for the journey that lie ahead. I have truly embraced motherhood and enjoy all the wonderful things it has taught me. While living through motherhood, I have found that it can teach you the most valuable lessons there are to learn. Being a mother has taught me how to have patience. I have also learned that being a mother takes a lot on mental and physical strength. My children have been the best to teach me how to juggle many tasks at once. They have made me strong. Even through some unexpected turns, I have learned how to get through hard times and really learn what it means to never give up. My children are my biggest blessing, and I hope they will learn valuable lessons through me. The skills I have learned from being a mother have helped me in my college journey.
Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lost one of your parents? Growing up with a single mother losing my mom was always my biggest fear. Although growing up without a father figure in my life was challenging, overall it made me a stronger, more independent woman.
Everyone has an identity even though it takes a while to find out what it is. I never thought about what my identity was. I didn’t find my identity until I became a mother, my whole outlook on life changed. Growing up I didn’t have a relationship with my mother, so I didn’t have anyone to show me how to be a mother. I made a packed with myself to be a better mother then my own mother.
Many people, as well as myself, believe that a mother’s influence is one of the most important influences that one will ever come in contact with in their lives. A mother’s love, comfort, and support will often help to shape a child and allow them to become the person they need to be later on in life. My mother has had a great influence on my life from day one. I often refer to her as my “rock” because she is definitely a solid foundation in my life. Being that she is a great role model, my mother’s support and presence in my life has allowed me to grow as a person, keep my spirits high through hell and high water, prosper in all that I have done, as well as mold me to be a great person in the future.